Sunday, December 30, 2012

THE NEXT, BEST THING TO HELL


THE NEXT, BEST THING TO HELL

re-damned by some
falling sky,

your taste, as others
discretely sample

your flesh, marinated
in a mortality made

more sweet by our
willful ignorance

of all things.

Friday, December 21, 2012

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD X (decimation)

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD X (decimation)

λοιπὸν τοῦ μὲν κινδύνου καὶ φόβου τοῦ κατὰ τὸν κλῆρον ἐπ᾽ ἴσον ἐπικρεμαμένου πᾶσιν, ὡς ἂν ἀδήλου τοῦ συμπτώματος ὑπάρχοντος, τοῦ δὲ παραδειγματισμοῦ τοῦ κατὰ τὴν κριθοφαγίαν ὁμοίως συμβαίνοντος περὶ πάντας, τὸ δυνατὸν ἐκ τῶν ἐθισμῶν εἴληπται καὶ πρὸς κατάπληξιν καὶ διόρθωσιν τῶν συμπτωμάτων.

end they and
combs width
eye wimp air,
room or duh
two bay have
ray wear bought
ack truly now
hair—

:;:

we know not the hour

but guess, always,
that our punishment must,

must be

at hand.

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD pts 1-9 [from the vault]

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD pts 1-9 [from the vault]


I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD [from the vault]


I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD

your smile was devoid of edges,
all uniforms and marching orders

a tongue leading down into the
pit of your faith, to which doubt

has taught me how to crawl, where
i hold my breath, push away the

ghosts of your eyes and fall into—

god made a nothing / out of nothing.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

DÉCADE III, NONIDI DE BRUMAIRE DE L'ANNÉE CCXXI


DÉCADE III, NONIDI DE BRUMAIRE DE L'ANNÉE CCXXI

ab scents
maid flash
an guard an

laughed by
got—thee dee
par tad—leaf

hang ows too
hour bode lily
day vices.

Friday, December 14, 2012

NEVER IS

NEVER IS

the sky unzips,
blackens as
 
stars scrape,
torn down

by some demiurgic
gravity, we

think.

BILE

BILE

expurgate
all the "ifs",

there is a
flesh here

underneath,
could it be yours?